Concept Memory of Color Born the daughter of a gardener, she grew up surrounded by plants and stones. When the family went out to play, I would go to the river to pick up stones and paint on them, or look around the bamboo installation in the middle of the rice paddies after the rice harvest was over. I often looked at the picture books in my bedroom, because I loved the colors of foreign picture books. My grandfather gave me colorful stones as souvenirs in a Merry's chocolate tin, and I used to take them out of the tin and look for my favorite stone. The first school bag I chose was a Bordeaux color. In elementary school, I shaved all of my pastels into powder and sprinkled it on glued paper. I was not particularly interested in drawing with pastels. It was also popular for me to play with crayons to put colorful colors on the drawing paper, then fill it with black crayons and sharpen the top with a pencil. I was particularly interested in the color combinations of the sticks in the math set used for arithmetic and tried various combinations. The color of my ballet leotard and the color of the insole of my toe shoes, the color of my pajamas and the color of the buttons, the color and pattern of my bedspread. My childhood memories are so vague that I don't even remember the facts. Only fragments of colors and memories of that time remain. Now I am lovingly shaping the memories of that time. I am now here with my former self, now deceased.
